Helen’s Intrigue

I am beginning the process of getting to know Helen. Just the beginning.

She’s cute. And younger than me, of course. That’s the way things tend to go.

I’m much more interested in chemistry than age“, she says.

Her submissiveness intrigues me.

Let’s be honest  … it draws me like a magnet.

I send her instructions for tasks to amuse me. She diligently complies.

Helen lives about 2 hours from my village.

We need to arrange a meeting.

Let’s Meet Helen

A new woman is meandering her way through the back alleys of my world. And I do mean meandering. Not a head-long rush which is so typical of my life … but popping in, and popping out.

I won’t go into how I came upon her. She’s not exactly my usual type. But she is interesting. A bit of a free spirit. Smart and a tantalizing figure. And very submissive.

There might be something here.

When Marty Has to Make Choices Red This Time (2)

RedThongColourSBW and I had agreed that I will choose her thong for the day.  Here is the first post about that as a refresher .

What I’m about to describe happened during the third week of last December.

I knew she was heading out that night to a small, intimate seasonal gathering. So the red thong was clearly what she would wear.

“Which should I wear today, Marty?” she asked in the early afternoon.

“You will be wearing the red tonight, Baby. No question. Seasonal colors and all that. You’ll be so sexy in that little black dress, and the red will let your intimate parts celebrate too.”

“Show me your ass please,” I instruct.

I watch her step into her thong. As she bends forward her beautiful, rounded ass faces me. The curvature is just so perfect. Yes, I said curvature. Identical to the Earth’s from space. Hauntingly beautiful in my humble opinion. How much do I crave that? You have no idea. Pussy lips visible between her firm muscular thighs. Ever so slowly she draws the red band up along those long sexy legs, wending its way to meet this curvature’s Great Rift Valley. I watch longingly as the red ribbon of fabric disappears. Everything snugly fitting.

A final tug and snap. As SBW does a quarter turn, she shimmies her ass in a so, so subtle fashion. I have never met a woman who combines these two unique facets in such an incredible way … sensuality … and innocence. She does know she is a very sexy woman … heck, I remind her several times a day … yet she doesn’t fathom the massive impact that sensuousness has on me.

Yes Marty, today’s choice was well done. You should celebrate!


She Strips The Boundaries Away … The Black Bra

I certainly don’t take it for granted. How could I when I’m not even aware it may be happening? The woman just likes to please. As in ME, moi, mich. And I couldn’t be happier.

Take the other day for instance. Late in the morning I received this from her …

“I masturbated this morning thinking about you. You made me cum hard.”

Oh, I really like that,” I answered. “What were you thinking?”

“About our first time.”

“Mmmmm,” I answered.

“Our first kiss. Then you made me strip. And kneel.”

She continued “Then, of course, I pictured my favorite. Me sitting on your face. Arms tied with your belt.”

I smiled. Then frowned because I had to rush off to an appointment.

“Later!” I typed.

We were back on texting in the afternoon about several different things. Some fairly mundane. Several items less so.

I remember asking her “Did you get yourself off again?”

“No. You?”

“No, but I’m horny.” I might have mentioned that fact earlier in the day, too. “Send me a pic, please.”

“Of what?”

“You,” I said.

“My face?” she queried.

“Face. Or ass. Or tits.”

60 seconds later in came a pic of her beautiful … smiling face.  I was thrilled.

“Gorgeous,” I replied.

She has pushed my boundaries. Normally you might expect I would be disappointed by only a picture of her smile. But not at all. She has got me just where she wants me. Has me being more patient even. I puttered around for a few minutes on various things before maybe “you know what ing”.

17 minutes after that … a video.

“How’s that?” she asked.

I watched my screen transfixed. There she stood smiling.Tall, lean, in a black sweatshirt and dark running shorts. She ran her hands through her soft mane. Cross armed, she slowly lifted off her top. Swelling breasts were barely contained in an alluring black bra. I intently watch her taut stomach muscles flex, then relax.

I’m not relaxed at all. Far from hit. Eyes burned to the screen, right hand dipping into jeans.

A dip of her head coupled with her ravishing smile, then thumbs into shorts.She teases me as the shorts get lowered, momentarily half off, then slipped completely down. A quarter turn to deftly flash the side of a tight ass cheek. I’m getting very hard.

Then a three-quarter turn back toward the camera. My eye catches her trimmed pussy patch of bush, so delicately balanced between her strong, firm athletic legs.  My right hand begins to stroke. My gaze moves up from her pussy, past her taut abdomen, to lust longingly at that black bra.  And the D-cup  treasures it supports.

Her delicate hands slowly unclasp the black supporting garment. She smiles and teases with her slow, deliberate movement. My hand movements accelerate.

Her hands move up to the top of the cup, gently following the edge, then along the length of the bra straps, pulling them part way down. Next she moves to the covering black cups. Slowly they are lowered, briefly caressing her nipples that are obviously now hard..

Her tits dare me to stare, her nipples pointing upward. The beautiful black bra, now hanging useless in her left hand is carelessly tossed. She stands but for a brief mini second, fully displayed before me. Proud. Mine. Her boundaries now expanded.

I finish what I’m doing.




When Marty Has to Make Choices (1)

A pic of some thong choice Dec 21_15Her simple, classic beauty sucks every breath of air from my lungs each time my eyes set focus on her. And trust me on this, my eyes and my total being are focused when I see her.

We have agreed I will select the thong she is to wear each day.  She lays out the choices for me. Blue, navy, red, charcoal, and the purple. This day I select the purple as she has two important functions to attend and I want her to feel confident that she is dressed regally right down to her flawless bare skin. It wasn’t a tough choice for me.

And I watch as she puts it on. Her grey sweatshirt drops to cover her hardening nipples, and exposes just the bottom half of her tits, before falling to cover them all. But I zero in on her tan line and remind her how much I adore the small trimmed patch to her pussy.

“I love making you happy,” she says.

“With all my perversions about you?” I smile.

“Especially with those,” she winks. “You know how much it turns me on knowing I’m turning you on.”

“Noted,” I respond.

As she slowly pulls the purple piece up above her knees I marvel at the smoothness of her tummy. The thong up, she turns for me so I can appreciate the perfect turn of her ass. Gently rounded, yet firm from every angle. The line of her crack gives me shivers.  No wonder every male she passes stares intently as she slips by them, seemingly not to notice, but I know full well she tracks every man’s eye movement on her.

Cheeky_Bum_Purple_Rain_front_dd39f726-aac3-4a9c-8351-cd73ec05a528_1024x1024[1]Yes, purple was a good choice today. Marty can pick ’em.


A Bridge in the Cosmos

the-real-bridge-yours[1]I don’t know.

Sometimes I really know. You know?

But sometimes I don’t. Right now I really don’t. I mean I can feel it. Yes I can. But do I truly know? No, I don’t think I do.

Cosmos. The greatest unknown. I’ve always loved that word. We call our humans in space astronauts. The Soviets called theirs cosmonauts. Don’t you think those damn Ruskies captured the breadth and the emptiness and the loneliness and the breath taking wonder beyond this little blue orb contained in the English language word cosmos so much better than our bureaucrats in Houston and Washington did? I mean, astro vs the cosmos. C’mon … there really is no comparison.

But I’m digressing. But maybe not. The cosmos is so unknown, don’t you know? And did I mention, I don’t really know.

Because there’s this bridge. I’m building. Well, it’s kind of built. Partially. A little rickety right now to be honest. In my mind it’s pretty old and tentative. And I feel it’s out there in the cosmos. Nothing fixed at either end. Because when I get it almost attached at her end, before I know it, it’s drifting again.

All this time she thought I was a wedge. Coming between the important things in her world and us. I don’t know (there’s that thought again) how many times I’ve tried to explain it to her. But as of yet, she’s not a believer. I thought it was getting through that gorgeous noggin of hers when I said it was a bridge, and not a wedge. That made her consider.

Which was progress.  But today the bridge is very much adrift.

So I don’t know.

There’s a theme here.

One thing I do know.

I don’t like I don’t know.


Midweek Fantasizing – The Portrait

f69bb7a5004e07fb8630c02b4eb07c0aShe was at the coffee shop. Catching up on some writing. One of those incredible beauties, don’t you know. Shoulder length blonde hair, slightly tussled. Maybe she had come from a workout because she was wearing exercise clothes that hid her figure. But didn’t really, because they actually revealed a lot. That her body was likely as close to perfection as you could imagine. She could have been in her mid 30s, but looked younger. Beauties have a way about them, they always look younger than they are.  She was probably a stay at home mom, hence the afternoon Starbucks break on the way home.

She frowned into her laptop as she reread something she had written.  Absently she looked away from her screen, to the right. He was staring at her, but looked down when she saw him. He was sort of cute, in a nondescript way.  Dressed casually in jeans. Short brown hair. Maybe about her age.

She went back to what she was doing. Though after a minute or so she couldn’t help but look out of the corner of her eye. He was definitely staring.

She pulled out her phone. She texted her lover

“I’m in Starbucks and there’s a guy staring at me”

“That’s not unusual.” her lover texted back. “You’re a stunning woman.”

“I think he’s drawing a picture of me … ”

“Cool!” the lover wrote back.

After several seconds the lover wrote, “I have an idea for you. This is what you’ll do.”

After she read his next text the woman wrote him, “You’re terrible. No wonder I love you. I’ll do it.”

She pushed her chair back and got up. The young man watched her in anticipation as she walked over to his table. He shuffled his papers away.

“You’re drawing me, aren’t you?” she asked, looking down at him unemotionally with her big grey-blue eyes.

“Yes … yes … I … am”, he stammered.

“Well I want you to know something.”

” … yes?” he whispered.

“My lover told me to tell you I am his very hot submissive. You think I’m hot don’t you?”

“Yes … I do.” he managed to get out.

“And he’s older.  A lot older. But oh sooo … ” her voice trailed off as she was momentarily lost in thought.

“And when I wake up in the morning the first thing I think of is sucking his beautiful cock.”

The artist’s eyes opened wide, and his face flushed.

“My Dom just thought you should know. It might better infuse your art. He thought the sketch would be so much more intimate if you better understood your model.”

The artist smiled wanly, and nodded as he looked up at her above him. He didn’t say anything.

She turned and walked back to her laptop. Started writing again. Smiling secretly. She was a good girl.




Sometimes I think of a Favorite Movie

We all have favorite movies. Sure, I do too.

I’m a fan of a great Western. Which means I adore the Sergio Leone spaghetti Westerns  starring my boy Clint. My fave of the trilogy (A Fistful of Dollars, For A few Dollars More, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly) is The G, The B and The U. Plot, characters, suspense, action scenes, those wide panoramas mixed with the tension-filled closeups make for superb entertainment.

But there’s an additional, special reason why I have a unique fondness for The G, The B and The U.  You see it goes back to my time with Rachel.

One winter’s evening we decided to stay “in” at her apartment mid-town. A good movie on TV with decadent snacks seemed like the perfect way to spend a Saturday night. Not having a TV in her bedroom, Rachel suggested we lie on her pull out couch and get cozy for the flick. Done, I say!

After opening up the couch, we quickly got naked and under the covers as the movie began. Not long into it, Rachel, lying in my arms, looked up at me with her sleepy brown eyes.

“You just watch the movie. Don’t pay attention to what I’m doing. I’m just gonna play and have some fun,” she declared.

“Umm, ok” I answered.

Without a further word she wiggled down and slipped my still soft cock into her mouth. She stroked. She licked. She looked up at me smiling. I was having trouble concentrating on Eli Wallach at the end of a rope. Rachel smiled some more as she could feel the results between her lips from her ministrations. I rapidly got hard.

“Mmmm I just love feeling you get hard in my mouth,” she cooed.

“Uh-huh” I gasped.

Not long after I exploded in her mouth. Rachel had an uncanny way of knowing how to get me to cum from her blow jobs in a matter of minutes.

She’d do it 3 more times before the movie credits rolled.

Thinking about my favorite films reminds me of so many good things.

I think I’m going to have to tell you more about Rachel.



The Ski Break … Part (4) – The Naughty Ride Home

The recent Marty-replay I did with a story about Marcie stirred some old memories. It brought another story to mind.  Part (1) is here and part (2) can be found here and part (3) is right here

But the week came to an end, and Friday night was our last night at the ski resort. Marcie was to drive home with me, and that was a very special trip, which is coming up …

Marcie and I wildly frolicked that night like there was no tomorrow. Except that tomorrow was a lot of fun, too. We had breakfast, and then checked out of the hotel about 11am, ready for the long drive ahead.


Marcie was extremely tired (remember she didn’t get those late afternoon naps like I did) so in less than an hour she was dozing off beside me. The drive was pleasant, and since the weather was clear I was quite happy driving. The snow sparkled brightly off the evergreens along the 2-lane highway we had to take before reaching the freeway that would take us home. I even spotted some deer foraging in the distance.

After about an hour or so, Marcie roused from her drowsiness and sat up. For the next hour we chatted about what a fun week we had had and how it had been such a good idea.  Just then a sign for an upcoming rest stop appeared, and I had a thought.

“Stop for a coffee?” I asked.

“Sure,” Marcie said with a twinkle in her eye. I had a hunch she was reading my mind.

I pulled off the exit ramp and into the rest center, but parked the car way off to the back of the parking area, far away from any other cars and trucks. At this time of year, it was certainly not crowded. Given the cold temperature, I left the engine running. I undid our safety belts and then begin to kiss her softly.

Marcie’s hand moved for my crotch. After a quick feel of my bulge, she deftly unbuckled my belt, released the button, then unzipped the fly.  I eased down my jeans and boxers about a foot to give her easy access to what she wanted. She sucked me slowly, but took in the full length right from the beginning. I let out a huge sigh. Marcie kept the pace easy but went about her task methodically. She looked at me with the glint in her eye of a true vixen. Given all the heavy breathing, it was but a minute before the windows of my car were misted over, hiding the naughtiness going on inside, in case anyone happened to wander by.

Marcie continued her worship of my manness. Occasionally she reached over to tenderly squeeze my balls. I was quickly losing control … my hips suddenly rose and I cried out as I released strongly into Marcie’s mouth.  She released me for a second, smiled up at me, then began to lick me clean. Talk about having someone in the palm of your hand (and mouth).

I softened quickly and Marcie chuckled.

“My work is done here.” she laughed.”I’ll go get us those coffees and sandwiches while you recuperate.”

And she did. And I did.

Finished our caffeine and sandwiches we headed out again, westward home. It wasn’t that long until the sun began to lower in the sky. In winter in northern climes it does that, you know.  Soon enough twilight arrived and then the dusk surrounded us. It was about 45 minutes since I had come in Marcie’s mouth and my need to play with her was returning.

“Take off your jeans,” I said. “Underwear, too”.

Marcie turned her head to look at me for a second.

“Ok” she answered.

I glanced back and forth from the road to the strip show that was happening beside me. I chuckled as I saw her wriggle out of her pants and panties.

“Nice! Good girl,” I said as I admired her landing strip. “Now begin playing with yourself.”

And she did. For the next while her fingers were busy. Every so often I would reach across and use my fingers, too, as best I could, then lick my dripping digits, all while keeping us out of the ditch at high speed in the early evening. Marcie had several orgasms on that highway and it was an enjoyable thing to behold, I can tell you.

As the evening wore on, I kept Marcie in her nakedness. It was just fun to have. Then wouldn’t you know it as we neared the 2/3 point of our journey, up popped a sign for an upcoming rest center.

We looked at each other and called out in laughing unison “Coffee time!”

Well, dear reader, I don’t think I have to spell out what happened next in the darkness of that car. Marty’s essential body parts jumped to life again.

But I let Marcie put her jeans back on to go get the coffees while I gassed up the car. I’m a true gentleman after all.

And so ended my skiing trip with Marcie. A week not to be forgotten. I may never ski like that again.

I was going to call this post “The Naked Ride Home” because I like the title of the song so much, but the nakedness was only partial and only for part of the ride home. But I think you get my drift …

The Ski Break … Part (3)

The recent Marty-replay I did with a story about Marcie stirred some old memories. It brought another story to mind.  Part (1) is here and part (2) can be found here

And I thought to myself this was a very good start to an exciting upcoming week.

Marcie and I then slept for several hours. but soon enough it was time for another round. I woke up to feeling her sucking my cock which had become hard, unbeknownst to me. I really can’t remember the details, but I am certain we had a wild session before drifting off, once again to sleep. Then a few hours later I remember a lusty go which included my cock sliding into Marcie’s very firm, tennis-trained ass. A little clean up, then more sleep.

The prearranged wake-up call at 6:30 came soon enough. There was just enough time for her to go down on me again before she had to scamper away and go to her room to get ready to meet her work colleagues for breakfast and begin another conference day at the hotel.

I stayed in bed a few more minutes, but I, too, needed to get going. I had a full day of hard downhill skiing ahead of me. Though very cold, it was bright and glorious for a day on the slopes.

After a quick shower and shave I hurried downstairs to have breakfast in the dining room. There Marcie was seated with a female work mate. I was given a small table 3 rows over and a couple of tables back. As I perused the morning paper, I espied Marcie’s table mate eyeing me, but I really didn’t think much of it at the time.

Marcie’s group headed out to do their thing and I finished up my breakfast shortly thereafter. Then it was out to the slopes for a hard day!

Even though I was in very good shape, my skiing legs weren’t there yet. So around 3:30 I called it a day. Besides, a nice hot shower and a few hours of nap time would prepare me well for the upcoming night time play with Marcie. I was hoping to keep her busy the whole night.  Marcie’s group, I knew, would be out for dinner elsewhere, so I had lots of time for a good nap and an easy, casual dinner.

At about 9pm she called me from her room and then headed over to mine. As she came in, she was laughing. After inquiring about each other’s day, she said,

“Do you remember breakfast this morning?”

“Yes, more or less.” I answered. “Why?”

“Well Angela thought you were super cute. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.”

“Did you tell her who I was?”

“No, of course not! Spouses and boyfriends aren’t allowed, you know that.”

“Oh,” I said. “You just kept mum on everything?”

“Yes!” Marcie replied. “It was so much fun listening to her go on. She said ‘ What’s a man like that doing alone, single here at this hotel? I wonder what he does?’ I just smiled and said ‘I have no idea.’ You intrigue her very much, Marty.”

“Hmm, this could be a good game.” I replied with a grin.

And with that, the nightly romp began. I won’t bore you any more with the details, because it was just more of the same. With shower sex, and pressed against the window sex, and perched on the room’s desk sex, and …

But it was great fun, because I had had my nap, and was not going to let her sleep much. That’s how every night was filled … and every opening often … right through the week. Poor Marcie could barely keep awake during her business sessions. And every morning at breakfast I “seemed” to be somebody else to Marcie’s colleague Angela. It was so much fun posing as a mystery man for her.

But the week came to an end, and Friday night was our last night at the ski resort. Marcie was to drive home with me, and that was a very special trip, which is coming up …